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Patreon Compilation – Fic#187 – Hawks/Endeavor – transman Endeavor; reluctant consent; fucking through clothes – #1 Slut 2
🕑 Added 2022-06-29 05:24:46 +0000 UTCPart 1 (Patreon Link)
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Endeavor/Hawks – Endeavor made helpless and immobile means Hawks can just do whatever the fuck he pleases. It's not like Enji isn't a huge whore for it.
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Hawks is hanging off of Endeavor like an ape, arms curled around his neck and legs hooked desperately around those thick thighs; holding on for dear life while he humps his hips.
Endeavor’s body is hot all over; so there is no surprise that his pussy would be veritable magma. It feels like it will melt his dick off if he were to try and squeeze it into him right now… but once the thought is in his head, he just can’t make it go away again. He needs to make it come true.
Haha, come-
Wait, that reminds him-
Face pressed against Enji’s thick throat, he whines pathetically: “God fuck, you set me up so well and I didn’t even-”
Endeavor’s breath hitches. Hawks could swear he could feel the fat T-Cock twitching against the crown of his own dick. Oh cute, they’re kissing-
“What the Hell are you talking about?”
Endeavor’s growl is reverberating through his massive ribcage. Hawks feels like a fly. Like nothing but a little parasite hanging off of this huge organism and desperately trying to fuck his load out while also holding on to it by the skin of his teeth.
He’s going insane.
“Y-You said s-somebody could come any second; sh-should’ve said ‘yeah, you.’”
Endeavor convulses beneath him. His roar of anger cut short by Hawks’ feathers plastering themselves over his mouth. He struggles against the vines holding him with renewed vigor making Hawks feel like he’s riding one of those mechanical bulls as he holds on for dear life to ride it out. His cock slips from being pressed between them to snuggling underneath Endeavor’s fat pussy which is honestly not a bad place to be.
“Calm down! They’re gonna hear!”
That at least gets the big guy to calm down, chest heaving with his breaths. He’s trembling ever so slightly; not because of fear, of course, but because one of Hawks’ feathers has snuck down between them and is insistently, maybe a little painfully, rubbing against his lewd T-dick.
Their eyes meet. Endeavor’s nostrils flare but he remains nice and quiet, his big hands balling into fists in the corners of Hawks’ eyes, rotating carefully in the vines holding him pinned, then eventually relaxing once more.
“Are they here?” Enji rasps against Hawks’ feathers which feels all kinds of wonderful. Hawks shudders bodily, his hips flexing, starting to fuck again. His tip automatically snuggles up between the plump pussy lips again; Endeavor’s lewd suit is just all too eager to stretch for him. The fabric is insane; it feels soft and like it could house three of Endeavor’s size. Hawks has no idea what it’s made out of but something in him is absolutely certain it is made to be fucked in.
“Yeah… yeah, they’re here. Really close. I’m just… I’m just leading them away with my feathers.” He licks his dry lips. He’s sweating up a storm, Endeavor is too hot for touch but Hawks just can’t make himself let go; not when he’s now feeling his childhood hero’s opening being stretched by his dick ever so slightly.
Endeavor must feel it as well because his eyes grow big and his mouth goes slack underneath Hawks’ feathers, so he finally pulls them away so he can properly see him again; holding on to him desperately while he shimmies his hips and nudges ever deeper into him.
“Hawks,” Endeavor rasps, half shocked, half… Hawks doesn’t quite know what. Hot for it, probably. Yeah, yeah, definitely. Hot to get fucked in his slutty, tight suit by Hawks whose been salivating after him for so goddamn long because the thing isn’t hiding anything and there are folders full of pics solely of Endeavor’s camel toe-
“Shhh, shhh, shhh,” he rasps, each shush accentuated by him thrusting just that little bit deeper into Endeavor. The feeling of his plump pussy lips closing around his cock while he slides deeper in with the protection of his own suit is something Hawks might never forget.
“Holy shit… fuck… y-you feel so good-”
“Don’t,” Endeavor rasps, a lot softer than anything else he’s said yet. It does manage to make Hawks pause, unsure whether he is actually stepping over a line… but then Enji cocks his hips forward and spears himself on yet another inch of cock and yeah.
Yeah, fuck. This is perfection.
“D-Don’t come inside-” he finally gets out. He manages to sound angry even when his face is going slack in rapture. Not that that surprises Hawks in the least…
And holy shit if that isn’t the absolute hottest thing Hawks has ever heard-
“I can’t,” he rasps back, giddy to the point of insanity. “Your suit’s like a damn condom, big guy. But holy fuck- Can you say that again? Can y-you like… sound like you’re begging?”
Endeavor’s whole body convulses, nearly managing to buck Hawks off. That’s probably a no, then. Not like Hawks had expected him to actually go through with it. He does hold on tight, though, arms and legs around the number 1’s massive body as he keeps pushing deeper into him, using his suit as a makeshift condom.
It’s absolutely insane… but also fitting, given how much he – and all of Japan, it feels like – have been obsessing over this goddamn slutty suit that showed everything off.
“D-Did you commission it that way?” he asks, voice gone raspy. He’s got his face squished against Endeavor’s massive pectorals and wonders what’ll come first: him shooting his load or him losing consciousness because the heat that this bastard is exuding is killing him. “That it is stretchy like this? God fuck, do you have any idea how m-many people have been obsessing over your cunt?!”
The big guy doesn’t answer, though his chest does spasm underneath Hawks’ sweaty cunt. Slowly but surely, his body loses all that fighting tension until he hangs in the bind of the vines, turning his knees apart so his thick thighs will spread properly for Hawks and his desperate humping.
He just wishes he could somehow distort himself so he could suck Endeavor’s cock while he gives it to him with fast rabbit thrusts, not quite sure yet whether the number 1 will let him fuck him to completion or come to his senses halfway through and buck him off-
The threat is always there, looming in the background while Hawks somehow manages to force his cock deeper and deeper into Enji’s fat cunt, those plump pussy lips closing around his shaft even though there is the suits fabric in the way.
He really does have to figure out who the people are behind Endeavor’s suit. He just has to… commission a few things-
His thoughts derail when he hearst the first soft beginning of moans from above. An all new heat washes through his body, his clothes sticking to his sweat soaked back while his cock flexes inside the fever hot grip of Endeavor’s pussy.
Hawks doesn’t want to move for the longest time, afraid that it might make Enji… stop, or something, but eventually he does look up. He doesn’t have any control over himself.
It doesn’t ruin things how he feared it might; Enji barely registers him moving at all, his head thumped back against the wall, slack as he moans softly from getting fucked by Hawks in this more than unusual way.
Not that it matters how he’s getting fucked. Hawks just feels that he’s probably the first one in a long while that got to stick it in. Endeavor’s insides are squishy hot even through the suit separating them. It feels like he is about to gush just from a bit of back-and-forth movements.
“Damn, Endeavor-san; you really are a cockwhore, aren’t you?”
The feather that has snuck its way over Endeavor’s T-cock is pressing down harder just to avoid him erupting like a volcano. The weirdest things get a rise out of him, after all-
But Endeavor does not explode on him. He just keeps moaning all sweet and low; his massive melon crushing thighs trembling as he lets himself squat down just that little bit more, opening himself up like a slut for Hawks to fuck him.
Hawks just wishes he could turn the number 1 hero around and fuck him from behind. Maybe get him on a bed so he can better brace himself and really lay into him-
But beggars can’t be choosers and he’s losing his goddamn mind just awkwardly dog-humping his idol and trying to squeeze his cock in deeper and deeper on each inward stroke.
“God, fuck, I wish I could come inside,” Hawks whines. The thought is frying his brain, honestly… giving Endeavor’s insides a cream pie is just about the hottest thing he can imagine.
Through his feather he can feel how the fat T-Dick is twitching, Endeavor’s insides clamping down so hard, it nearly forces Hawks back out-
Hawks is coming so hard that he bites his tongue, holding on for dear life, hips awkwardly stuttering to a halt and grinding his dick in nice and deep while he pumps out thick ribbons of cum.
It only occurs to him far later when his brain goes back online that Endeavor had come as well.
What a slut…
